No Future, No Past, All You Are Is Bear Food

Lúta carefully rose to her feet and shook out her coat, dislodging the debris from her flesh as she assessed the situation. The man had been shaken and was bleeding badly. At that moment Resin took hold of the bear's muzzle and Lúta knew what she needed to do, as much as she didn't like it the bear would need to be killed. With it's crippled legs it was unlikely to make the winter anyway and in these days of scarce prey it was every predator for themselves. She raced forward and latched her jaws around it's throat. One set of claws dug into the bears chest while the other set wrapped around the back of the bears head and side. She was straddling it's shoulder as her jaws dug at its throat. She could feel the beast shudder and let loose a gurgling roar.